Tiny mote, too light to fall
Catching the morning light
Sneaking through a crack in the shade
It hangs there although it is flying
Almost giving truth to fairies

Or maybe tiny angels
You know how they are

The light gave it a a silhouette
Against itself, and against the dark
It stays there, longer than a moment
Longer, almost suspended
Beautiful and perfectly still

I can't say I could blame it
For just below
Lay a beauty to give pause
Even Helen would stop
Where time itself froze

You lay there naked
Not for the world to see
Wrapped in sheets
As well as me
So I don't dare move
Not to disturb
The Sleeping Beauty